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I've got vague ideas in my head for a Claymore/Buffy crossover - especially given the similarities between the methods of creation of Slayers and Claymores... what if they're actually the same thing, but the "rules" are different between dimensions? If Buffy ended up in the Claymore world, would she be running the risk of awakening?

(I just had a flashback to the Angel episodes where they went to Pylea)

...What? How are Claymores and Slayers similar? Did we watch the same shows?

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Originally Posted by Fenrir_valindri

Been rolling around a Modern-Day Claymore setting in my head for a while now, would probably be long if I decided to do it.

The Organization being a sort of "Shady Vampire hunter-type" group, kinda special-ops like, the story will be along the same lines, Miria and the others being the survivors/sacrifices to slow down a group of Awakened beings. , was thinking of doing it primarily from Miria's POV, might work on something else instead though, rolling around alot of ideas in my head atm >.<

say there was supposed to be a 25th Claymore that didn't make it to the battle in time. She is intercepted by Rafaela. But instead of killing her, Rafaela pursues the AOs coming south, then sees Isley and follows him. What does poor 25th Claymore think... do... Does she continue north to fight a lost battle ? Follow Rafaela ? Run for her life ? hmm... some possibilities there.

- Clare getting a job at Coyote Ugly (Miria is her shift manager and Helen and Deneve have been there a year already) Sorry, the image of Deneve in tight jeans...in a splits on the bar while pouring my drink...:drool:

- Clare getting a job at Coyote Ugly (Miria is her shift manager and Helen and Deneve have been there a year already) Sorry, the image of Deneve in tight jeans...in a splits on the bar while pouring my drink...:drool:

- Helen tries out for Broadway

- "How Miria Got Her Groove Back"

I'm sure more silliness will manifest once I finish eating...

Good appetite then^^

Seriously, after reading that i suddenly had a vision of a Claymore/Kill Bill crossover.

Just replace Bill with Priscilla and the other crazy bi****s from that flick with some of Clares more prominent opponents.
I wonder if Clare'll look good clad in yellow?

My first actual fic, so be kind. T rating on the story as well. (Nothing Graphic)

Spoiler for Spoiler's for Volume 12+:

Tales from the North...Part 1

Miria was annoyed…
Oh sure, this had been her idea, and it had sounded like a good idea at the time.

....but she was still annoyed.

They had been training together all this time as a team of 7 after all, it would be good for them all to learn how to work in smaller, more covert teams. It was not unlikely that there would be times in the future were they would be separated or forced to split up, and Miria’s idea was a good step towards preparing for such an event.
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hey would train together for a week then split up into smaller groups the next week, and then regrouping a week after that. Training with different pairings each time, a great way to build trust and teamwork, it had sounded like SUCH a great idea at the time.

Miria had been quite happy with herself.............that is until she got paired up with Helen.

“Miria!!!! Can we take a break already, I’m starving!!”

(Sigh) “Helen it has barely been a day, I know your appetite is larger then average, but this is ridiculous!!”

Oh yes, she was getting very annoyed, it was only the start of their second day, and she was already getting sick of being stuck alone with her, the girl did not understand the value of silence, or the subtle art of not sharing your thoughts with others for that matter.
Miria was not entirely sure that it was possible, but she was almost certain that Helen was slowly killing her with her constant torrent of senseless babble.

“But MIRIAAA!!!!”

“NO Helen! You are just going to have to wait until night fall; we will take a break then.”

“Fine….” Helen finally replied after a long (but thankfully quiet) delay.
Hours of blissful silence passed by, they moved quickly and efficiently, scouting the area and looking for any useful material they could salvage.

Miria was finally able to focus on training with Helen; things were going fine until…….

“Say Miria….”

“Yes Helen?”

“Have you ever gotten laid?”

Miria whipped her head around, her expression one of shock.

“What?!”

“I was just asking if you had ever gotten yourself laid, your always really tense and uptight, you seem to have a lot of pent of frustration.”

Miria felt a head-ache coming….a big one.

“Helen I am not….uptight….and even if I was, I do not think “getting laid” as you put it would help.

“Eh, Seriously?”

“Helen it is not even possible for us, you know what our bodies are like, and most men would not even come near us in the first place.”

“Bah! That’s what Deneve said too until I got her paired up with some guy at a bar once.”

“…….What?”

“Yeah, its not that hard really, I mean some guys are not really that afraid of us, hell some of them think that it’s kind of a turn-on, the whole warrior-woman with a big-sword thing.”

“Are you telling me that you and Deneve have both…..?”
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Yup!!” Helen said with a smile. “It helped loosen Deneve up loads!! She used to be a lot worse then she is now.”
Miria was at a complete loss for words, she could not even begin to imagine…..

“I tell ya, its great though! Sure its kind of odd having to cover up my chest, but it’s a great feeling to know that your body is attractive to someone.”

Miria managed to force her thoughts back into coherency..

“Helen…even if I was willing to go through with that, and I am not, there are no men or bars for that matter, up north anymore, and we are in hiding.”

win, Win, WIN!! LOL. I didn't dare write anything like that about Miria-chan but you went ahead and... wow, that was great. Pent-up fustration...lolz. Next step...Miria gets paired with which lucky Claymore? I volunteer to be one of those 'lucky' guys who'd help a Claymore ease their tension. Wrote that part in just for us, ne?

This is definitely the start of 'The Miria Files'. She'll be begging for Clare by the end of it just to keep her sanity.

Very fun piece. I particularly like the way you capture Helen's personality. Unfortunately the ending is amazingly weak. I really cannot imagine anyone, virgin or otherwise, considering it so shocking that they would pass out unless their breath and blood-flow was constricted by a corset of Victorian tightness. Seriously. It just seems unbelievable that a healthy person could respond like that.

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There's not that fine a line between willing suspension of disbelief and something just being stupid.

Heh well tbh I had no clue how to end it, I was writing the thing in 30 mins at Midnight this morning, might work on improving the last part. I decided to go with humor for the end, Miria passing out was a mixture of shock and stress from Helen's constant prattling.

I <3 Miria, but I am more then willing to bet that she is high-strung being the leader type and having to deal with that type of group for seven years, just those same 6 people. Once the creative juices start to flow again I might toss something out there.

Edit: Just wanted to toss in that most Claymore's could not be considered "healthy" in the mental sense.